Do you feel a great stirring within you?
Sitting under rain and swirling mist,
The magic slowly sinking into bliss.
Do you feel a great yearning for this stirring?
Staring out at city lights that shine like gems
'Midst the glowing headlights where the traffic stems.
Do you contemplate this joyful sorrow?
Watching the hawks wheel in the bright blue sky,
Up above where the rugged mountains lie.
Then, flying in the sky through clouds, it's clear,
It is a wistfulness for heaven,
That's showing small reflections in its mirror.
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